I Saw Jesus Hanging on a Basketball Hoop

I saw Jesus hanging on a basketball hoop

And I saw roaches in my mother's morning coffee

And the roaches called me faggot

I saw the grimy hot-handed boys

In locker room sweat-licked conversation

Groping themselves through tighty-whities

And praying for white america

And I saw them wish they could kiss me, too

I saw leaves fallen like soldiers to the ground

On my walk home from work

I am twenty-one and I have never been older

And the leaves look like lizards

Crushed on the pavement beneath my feet

And it's me who killed them, I killed them

Because I am bigger, I am fatter

I am more than them

I see a woman in the afternoon

She is crawling through the fibers on my couch on all fours

Her movements are exact and she looks perfect

She says, "I want to open a bottle of champagne

I want to drink it fast"

"I want to take off my clothes, now" she says

"I want to make it last"